Life in a Railway Factory Part 18

"You're on late, mate!"

"What's going to happen?"

"Got a book-ful?"

"Tool up, there!"

"Put him up yourself!"

"Put that tool up, Wormy, and catch hold o' that lever."

"Light blow!"

_Bang._

"Whoa! That'll do."

"What cheer, Sid!"

"Stand back, here, and let's get by."

"Wants a lot o' room for a little un, don't ya?"

"Not so much as you. Not so much as you. My time's precious, not like yourn. We got summat to do, we have."

"Ah! Sit on your backside an' count they checks out, that's all."

"Goin' to have your bit o' bra.s.s when I offers it to you?"

"Put him on the anvil."

"Shan't! Take him in your hand. Lose him, and then blame me."

"My hand's oiley!"

"Don' matter! Wipe him in your breeches, can't you? Come on, kidney bean-stick!"

"Little fat maggot!"

"Go on, bones!"

"Pimple on a cabbage!"

"Alpheus!"

"Sideus!"

"_Nemo mortalium omnibus horis sapit!_"

"sf?a??d????a??????t??."

"Lend my father your wheelbarrow!"

"Using your knife breakfast-time, kid?"

"No! I got bread and sc.r.a.pe."

"Who got the frying-pan?"

"You can have him for a f.a.g."

"I got a bit o' dead dog, I have."

"What d'ya call it? Looks like a bit of Irish."

"That never died a natural death!"

"That drove many a man up a tree!"

"Lend us that catalogue of firearms, d.i.c.k!"

"He's underneath the bucket."

"How much longer ya going to keep on?"

"I wants to get my blocks right afore breakfast."

"Laudy! You left that rotten stinking oil on."

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes you did! Stop it off, and put that board in the hole!"

"I tell you it's shut off. That's only the stink you can smell."

"It makes me feel rotten. I shan't want any grub."

"Ain't it d.a.m.n hot! We shall be dead afore night."

"Hit him, Wormy!"

_Bang, bang, bang._

"Whoa!"

"What's the die like?"

"Wants to go over a bit yet."